Harley, a five pound chihuahua who is now fully recovered in his new home, had been discovered early in 2010 with his throat deliberately slit, abandoned to die on a logging road west of Port Angeles, Washington.
He was found by a retired Air Force master-sargent who just goes by Mogi, age seventy-five. He was out on his Harley Davidson along a dirt road called Walkabout Way. He saw an animal, fur matted with blood, standing in the middle of the road, and at first thought it was a wounded fox. "It was just standing there, looking at me, shaking. I looked at it and said, 'That's a little dog!' He was happy that somebody was saving him."
When it was realized the dog had been intentionally injured, Mogi said, "I wanted to throw up. It just broke my heart that someone would treat an animal like that," and he decided to cover all the little guy's vet bills.
Dr. Charles Schramm said that in twenty years as a veterinarian, he'd treated dogs deliberately run over, shot with guns, or pierced with arrows. But this was the first time he'd seen one with its throat neatly razored, a clean straight four-inch slice.
He found a new home with Nancy and Herb Woods. At first Harley was scared to death of the grandchildren. But after two months in his new digs, he decided to sleep under the covers with Nancy's seven-year-old granddaughter Taylor. It was a real breakthrough.
Mogi had contacted the Woods to help find Harley (named for Mogi's bike) a good foster home. They immediately took in the dog while looking for a permanent home.
Nancy Woods' family thought they had sworn off dogs after their last one died, the grief being too terrible, so had not expected to keep Harley long. But, as Nancy told it, "I had bonded with him. My heart just hurt for the trauma he had gone through. I felt like he had been with us two and he would be uprooted again. I felt horrible about that." So they kept him.
Harley now has run of the Woods' rural acreaae and has become good friends with Bob, a rescue cat which is larger than Harley. After-effects of his injury, however, remain. He can hardly bark, but coughs and honks. He still has nervous attacks. Nancy said, "Chihuahuas are known for yapping. Though Harley can't yap, he owns the house!"